Mosa looked up at me, the light on his skewed face, as if a faint halo flowed. And the most eye-catching thing is his eyes, sparkling with a smile, with a slight surprise in the smile: "You can also cook?"

"It's a Chinese student who knows how to cook. I blurted out, pondered for a few seconds, and continued, "Dubai's 'women' are called husbands and children, and they must all have good cooking skills. ”

Hearing this, Musa shook his head: "Not all, most of us are cooked by servants. ”

I almost forgot that the locals in Dubai have great benefits, so why do I need to do these chores by myself, so I had to wave my hand and say, "Then count me as a guest maid." ”

There was a bit of self-deprecation in this, and I just said it casually as a joke, but was immediately stopped by Moses: "You can't think like that. ”

"Huh?"

His eyelashes flashed slightly, paused, and then said solemnly: "You...... Very good. ”

I didn't understand the logic of his words for a moment, but as I was thinking about it, I heard him explain, "Cece, I don't mean to see you as a servant. I've always found cooking to be a pleasure, and I bring it up because I appreciate you without the slightest disparagement. ”

It dawned on me that this was the case. I was just joking, but he took it seriously and explained it so thoroughly. There was a warmth in my chest, and this caution made me really feel one word - respect.

The last time, he would tamper with the names of my photographs, which made me furious, but this time, he has learned to perceive words that I had not paid attention to, and I was deeply moved.

At least the man in front of me is gentle, gentlemanly, personable, and willing to observe and respect the 'temperament' of others.

He is flexible, except for the pure white robe, which can never be shaken.

I was moved in my heart and burst into a bright smile: "Okay, okay, I'm just kidding, it's nothing." If we don't cook, we'll all starve to death. ”

After speaking, he didn't dare to take another look at his handsome face, quickly turned around and ran to the refrigerator, picked out a few ingredients that could be made quickly, and started construction non-stop.

At this moment, I was busy cutting vegetables, when I suddenly heard a slight sound of footsteps, and when I turned my head, I saw that Moussa was leaning against the 'door', looking at me with a shallow smile.

I wiped the sweat stains on my forehead with the back of my hand, a little embarrassed: "Don't look at me, I'll be nervous if someone else stares at me when I'm cooking." ”

Hearing this, the smile on his face became even thicker: "Okay, I don't look at you." ”

His head turned over, but his steps didn't move for half a minute. I saw him take out a tissue from his pocket, take out one, and walk towards me.

I didn't dare look at him, but as he got closer, I heard my heart pounding more and more clearly. Out of the corner of my eye, I felt Mossa's slender and powerful hand slowly raised, gentle in his movements, warm in breath, and 'intended' to wipe the little sweat stains on my forehead with a tissue.

The touch, only a moment like a feather feather, but it has made me tingle from my forehead to my whole body.

However, after this moment, Musa's movements suddenly stopped, as if he suddenly remembered something, slowly lowered his hand, and his voice suddenly became calm and sober: "It's hard work, wipe your sweat with a tissue, and I'll wait for you in the living room." ”

With that, he put the paper towel directly on the stove, turned around and quickly left. I was left alone, at a loss, unaware of the situation.